But if all that were true, why did he feel rather annoyed by the possibility that Eloise had had a lover? No, not annoyed, precisely. He couldn’t quite put his finger on the correct word for his feelings. Irritated, he supposed, the way one was irritated by a pebble in one’s shoe or a mild sunburn. It was that feeling that something wasn’t quite right. Not dreadfully, catastrophically wrong, but just not . . . right.
It's called jealousy, dude lol
